This past Saturday, I performed my stand-up at Papa Guyo
Guyocious’ “Days of Wild” show at the Starving Artist Café on City Island. It was very uplifting to be part of the
evening. What amazing talent doing all
of my favorite Sly and the Family Stone
songs.Click here for A sample of the evening!

I did stand-up during the music break. The audience, for the most part, was with me,
and, of course, that felt great. Plus
Papa Guyo is behind me on the stage sitting at his drums. When he finds something funny, he just laughs
and says aloud, “I love Mindy.” Support
right there on the stage. Not your
comedy club comedy show. Not at all. No being given “the light.” I generally do not hog the stage. I like to leave the audience wanting
more. He had told me it was for the musicians’
break, so I planned about ten to twelve minutes. That seemed to work for everyone.

I had a friendly heckler who I know from the place, so when he
disagreed aloud with something I said, I smiled. Then I told him he was part of the
problem. Later in my routine, I named
him where it was appropriate, and that turned out to be funny. Later, outside the place, he told me how much
he enjoyed it.

As I was doing my set, I looked at the audience, not all of
whom I was previously able to see from my seat, and I saw the face of someone
who was once a sort of comedy pal until he revealed himself as an active enemy. He had made my ex look like at least bronze
(not gold, let’s not get crazy). I had
wanted this comedy guy and I to achieve peace as I always figured our paths
would cross again and again.He didn’t
want peace.He wanted/needed to be in
battle.His ex would probably love my
comedy.His and my paths do cross.It’s, at least, awkward.He was never able to own his shit and
apologize, so it remains not quite neutral. For me, I feel good to see my own growth in accepting
that something is a reality (whether I like it or not) and staying more
centered. It serves me well at jobs and
everywhere else in my life where narcissists may lurk.

When I stepped out for a cigarette, a man from the audience came outside and told me I was very funny and asked if I would clean it up for television and did I want to be on Jimmy Kimmel's show. He claimed Dennis Leary is his cousin. Maybe all that is true, but I once saw this guy at the place chasing a possibility to get laid. The woman he was drooling after had two small children who wanted to go home and not watch this man try to get with mommy. Plus she had a small dog with her who wouldn't stop barking at him. They were at an outside table and came in and out of the place. I found it so disturbing because she looked very depressed, her children were whining, her dog was barking, and this guy went after her seeming only to care about his mission to get laid. I remember leaning over to my friend and saying, "I wish she'd listen to her dog." So whether he is Dennis Leary's cousin or not, whether he has pull with the Jimmy Kimmel show or not, my instinct was watch out. I gave him my card at the end of the evening, and he said he would make a call to somebody. Every vibe from me said, "I'm penis-free." I'll let you readers know what happens, if anything. I won't hold my breath nor will I pay a pussy tax.

If you want to catch me on stage -- whether for comedy,
poetry, or prose – and you prefer to plan in advance, here’s what’s going on so
far.

·Friday, Sept. 29th 8pm, Open Mic Night (for all talents) at
Starving Artist Café on City Island.
Free to enter and participate.
$10 minimum on food & beverages.
The food is good. I will do
something, probably comedy.

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comments:

My thanks for letting you be yourself goes without -- there! typically I've blabbed it -- saying, Mindy ... I add not having been there, along with not being able to attend what you've been doing, nor witness what you will --for the duration of my ass-backwards exile far from the Main Stleet here in Frrronce -- to my bronze-and-gold - plated list of regrets. (I love Mindy!) I do, though, want to mention that I have a friend whose son is rising rapidly among the cadre of those employed by Jimmy Kimmel out in L.A. -- thought maybe we could work out an "exchange," y'know, like for the whereabouts of that dog? Boy or -- need I say it? that pooch sounds like my kinda beast! I love Mindy!

Barbara, Jack, and David, thank you. Jack, it's like you put my blog through the Jack Cooper blender. David, if I had to bet money, I'd bet the Kimmel line was his attempt to get laid. But I do believe he realized he was barking up the wrong tree.